Текст песни Tanya Cherry - Мне нравится, что вы больны не мной

I love that you are sick is not me,
I like that I am not sick of you,
What ever the heavy ball of the Earth
Do not drift away under our feet.
 I like that you can be funny
Promiscuity, and not to play with words,
And not blush suffocating wave,
Lightly touched sleeves.

I like it that you are in front of me
Calmly hug another;
I would not mind in hell fire
Burn for what I did not kiss you.
 What's the name of my gentle, my gentle, not
Mentioned in either day or night - in vain ...
What's never in the church silence
They will sing over us: Hallelujah!

Thank you heart and hand
Because you got me - not knowing it! -
So love: for my night's rest,
For the rarity of seeing sunsets,
For our non-walking underneath the moon,
For the sun is not on our heads,
For the fact that you are sick - alas! - Not by me,
Because I am sick - alas! - Not you.